I wish I could have done some justice to the beauty of Nubia. Despite of my absorption with it, I have not in reality seen it…or at least the true one…what I visited last year was just a Nubian village in Aswan..you can call it Nubian Tourist settlement… meant for people like me with white shirts and shorts to see ,take pictures and buy cheap Galabiah (which I did..as I was supposed to do)… I have managed to feel through the fake…I didn`t miss the true Nubian soul, the architecture and the interiors… I am now fantasizing about the real thing ..the true Nubia…further past the catracts in Northen Sudan…who will take me inside a house of a Nubian who have never seen a toursit in his life…what would that feel like… I am dreaming of walls built by hand, mixing golden soil with sweat…then someone grabs a brush and paints his ancestors souls right there…. Pride and history on walls for us to see…. I now understand how the displaced Nubians feel… How can we repay them … if ever possible….

My last Pictures of Nubian Motifs concludes my journey through the Beautiful Nubia….